Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.